… though it has been slightly buried by packing, then travel, then jet lag, and now the unpacking.
It has been wonderful spending a springtime in England.
Roses, campanula, hardy geraniums, and the peaceful, sleepy cooing of pale-gray doves.
Wide meadows with elderflower and hawthorn tree borders, whose stiles Miss Elizabeth Bennet might have slipped through on her long walk through the fields to Mr. Bingley’s house.
Small village shops where Alice in Wonderland might have bought apples or candy.
And in London, I swear that I once saw Bertie Wooster coming out of a tailor’s shop, proud of but unnerved by his coat’s rather daring new color.
But now my own real life is starting up again, which is a good thing.